Speculations had already begun within the small columns of the newspapers, before they could say a word to their friends. Edgeworth had experience in avoiding the media to slip into any part of his personal life however the grinning attorney seemed too bashful under the constant questions.
"Mister Wright!" Too many people were shouting towards him, that Phoenix could only give a grin in the general direction of the journalists. That simple opening allowed an onslaught of questioning: all of which he could not answer ("Is that ring a commitment?" "Who's the lucky lady?" "When did you propose?")
"Uh, I can't say," Phoenix held himself. He was sure he could not be pressed as much as he did with the witnesses in court. Before another word could slip out Maya pushed him through the crowd of journalists which earned its own firing of camera flashes.
"Come on Nick," Maya said once they were free and able to stand at the bus stop with a normal breathing pattern. "You can't reveal Mister Edgeworth's private life just because you have. He'd probably burn you with his glare."
"Yeah… I felt like I was on the witness stand," Phoenix sighed, before fully processing what Maya had said. "Wait! I haven't told you about me and Edgeworth!"
There was a second's pause before Maya burst with laughter, "Oh god, Nick!"
She did not fully control herself until the bus pulled up and they sat at the back.
"We all know about you two. It's not the biggest shock factor, now." Maya nudged her friend's arm. "You did tell me you liked him after that so I assumed everything was sorted."
Phoenix nodded although he had begun to struggle on when he had explicitly told his friend about his relationship with Edgeworth.
"Let me see it, then." Maya grabbed Phoenix's left hand without permission staring at the finger that homed the silver ring. "I can't believe you didn't tell me though!"
"I was going to," Phoenix admitted although in his head he questioned when.
Staring at the glint of fine silver, Maya said "You do know you can't call him Edgeworth anymore."
"I don't call him that all the time," Phoenix flushed pulling his hand away so he could admire the ring, Miles had bought for him. The expense was greater than what Phoenix had spent on the prosecutor and he felt guilty in that right.
"Goodness, Mia was right when she was talking about that love-sick puppy she had defended," Maya pretended to pull a face of disgust but her playful smile slipped out. "So, how did he propose then?"
Phoenix coughed, a smile quick on his face and red flourishing on his ears. "I proposed."
Maya's face of shock was almost too comical that Phoenix was unsure if she really was surprised. Although Miles' cold face had almost broken yet still kept that formality when Phoenix was holding his hands tightly by his lips. Phoenix had only made eye contact with Miles when those four words kissed the pale hand he held, and it was at those words Miles' eyes had dilated. A second had gone and he thought there would be no answer.